in a stack of journals
have you found me
to pull me close
and give me life
the ink my blood
the paper my flesh
as you flip the pages
and trace the words
with your ravenous eyes
I am laid out before you
wishing you to savor
each morsel you have written
kiss the paper with your ink
soak it in your desires
so I may swim in your voice
after the paper tears
and is drenched in your tears
lay it out to dry
in the Vegas desert sun
and lick the salty saline silk
from the pages of my soul
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